Bu Changping immediately went to contact Kong Qun and asked him to appraise a painting. But when it was said that it was "Qingming Riverside Picture", the other party seemed to be a little hesitant, and Bu Changping explained again and again, asking him to look at the painting first.

As soon as Bu Changping's phone was put down, Kong Qun called Mai Xiaoji, "Xiaoji, what is this doing, why is there a real or fake national treasure?"

"Big brother, let's come over first. ”

Mai Xiaoji didn't say much, and Bu Changping looked embarrassed and smiled even more unnaturally. With the matter of the previous strength pit friends, the boat of friendship is also shaking three times, and the relationship needs to be repaired.

While waiting, Mai Xiaoji sent the photo to Li Qingzhao, "Sister, do you see if this painting is real?"

"I don't know, I need to ask myself. Li Qingzhao said.

The omnipotent Li Qingzhao couldn't help, and Mai Xiaoji was very disappointed. Looking for someone is also paying the appraisal fee, but Mai Xiaoji wants to send the red envelope to Li Qingzhao.

Because, the number of friends has reached 19, and Tianxin Software 2.0 version can only add 20 friends!

"Girl, you know everything with your hands and eyes, take a good look, as long as it proves to be an antiquity. Mai Xiaoji discussed.

"Zhang Zeduan was originally an unknown person, but he had a little patience to draw a long scroll, and he became famous in later generations, and he really had some luck. Lin Qingzhao replied sourly.

This time, Mai Xiaoji understood, the two of them were of the same era, and they were both famous in later generations, and they were a little repulsive to each other. Li Qingzhao thinks that he is a powerful faction, and his understanding of the latter started from "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival".

At this time, Mai Xiaoji was entangled.

With the addition of this friend of the ancients, then the quota is full, maybe the veto is fake, and future generations will imitate him. After thinking about it for a while, Mai Xiaoji still decided to add this ancient, and the system would have to be upgraded sooner or later.

Zhang Zerui!

In the search, Mai Xiaoji entered these three words, hey, the system prompted: This person is not a system-bound user.

How is that possible!!

The second monk Mai Xiaoji couldn't figure it out, and turned around and asked Li Qingzhao again, "Sister, why isn't there such a person as Zhang Zerui?"

Rolling his eyes, Li Qingzhao only replied with one word, end!

What do you mean? Mai Xiaoji thought for a long time, and laughed dumbly, it was not Zhang Zerui, but Zhang Zeduan!

This time I quickly searched for it, and the avatar is a part of the screenshot of the Qingming Riverside Map, and the note is the author of "The Qingming Riverside Map".

Sending the painting over, Zhang Zeduan immediately became excited, "I never thought that my painting would still survive in the world!"

"Is that true?"

Mai Xiaoji was overjoyed, and he suddenly told the truth. However, Zhang Zeduan stopped talking, and Mai Xiaoji asked him to talk about the difference from the standard model, but he did not reply.

So, free consultation with the ancients, non-existent!

As soon as Mai Xiaoji sent over ten grams of gold red envelopes, Zhang Zeduan immediately asked, "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

"Is this painting really?"

"Not bad. ”

"Tell us about your creative experience?"

After listening, Mai Xiaoji felt a lot, it turned out that behind a painting, it will also reflect a piece of history, including the creator's life's work.

As soon as he exited Tianxin, Kong Qun also arrived, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw the painting on the ground, and the expression on his face began to become solemn, and he hurriedly reached out and asked for a pair of gloves to put on.

After watching it for half an hour in one go, Kong Qun opened his mobile phone to compare the high-definition original picture, and said incredibly: "This painting is also too realistic!"

Bu Changping also slapped his thigh hard, "I'll just say it, the painter definitely doesn't have to say!"

"The paper, and the words on it, are fine. From the analysis of the age, it also looks like the end of the Song Dynasty, and this version is probably the earliest imitation. Kong Qun analyzed.

"Over the years, the Qingming Riverside Scene has been a collection of the Imperial Palace, which was registered, and I don't know how many people imitated it in later generations, and even there are other versions abroad. What puzzles me is that this painting is so imaginary from the original, and you can see that the creative technique is exactly the same. ”

"Yes, there are many seals of later generations on the real thing, but this one doesn't even have one. ”

The two squatted on the ground and studied for a while, and when they got up, their feet were numb, and Mai Xiaoji could only help them up one by one.

"Xiao Ji, what do you think of the situation with this painting?" asked Kong Qun.

"I'm biased towards the statement of the boss, this painting is painted by the original contemporary, and the handwriting including the material is consistent, I already have an idea, but it will take two days to discern it. McXiaoji said.

"Two days? Bu Changping asked in surprise.

"This painting is very long, and the fine brushwork is also sparing, I want to compare it inch by inch, and I will definitely find the mystery. Mai Xiaoji said proudly.

"Then I'll leave this painting here?" Bu Changping asked tentatively, and it could be seen that he was a little uneasy, and Mai Xiaoji seemed to be a little reckless and careless, afraid of losing it.

"No, just leave a high-resolution picture. McXiaoji said.

"Are there any requirements for the size?" asked Bu Changping again.

"I'll take care of the rest. ”

Bu Changping hurriedly poured out high-definition photos from the camera and handed them to Mai Xiaoji dozens of photos, all of which had panoramic details. Kong Qun warmly invited him to play on the riverside for two days, enjoy the scenery of the north, and also get together with old Tibetan friends.

Bu Changping happily agreed, and when he came out this time, he also wanted to distract himself and vent his evil anger.

After You Wanjin was taken away by the police, Bu Changping immediately took corresponding measures, and by the time he confronted his lover, she had already fled in a hurry. Since Bu Changping had been prepared, she didn't take much with her.

This is a sign of a weak heart. Kong Qun snorted.

Bu Changping just laughed twice and did not continue the topic. Bu Changping didn't want to involve himself, and there was a bit of sincerity in his feelings, so he didn't plan to pursue it, so he ran away, and each kept his peace.

In the evening, Kong Qun invited several local collectors, including Ling Gang and Mai Xiaoji, to be lively for a while, and left early after eating, saying that he wanted to study the painting.

From Zhang Zekou, Mai Xiaoji already knew the authenticity of this painting, and asked for two days not to pretend, but to seriously compare the two paintings and study the painting style of the ancients.

Staring at a picture for too long can make your eyes sour and even blurry. Mai Xiaoji calmed down, entered the painting from the starting line, and wandered through one scene after another.

After seeing the goods sold by the roadside stalls, the beautiful woman who was sitting in the sedan chair and lifted the curtain to look out rolled her eyes, and the acrobatic eldest brother had an over-the-shoulder fall, and took a small boat to the opposite teahouse to taste tea.

It took two days for Mai Xiaoji to finally come out of the painting, and he thought that there was no one in the world who knew more about "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" than him.

With an artistic atmosphere on his body, Mai Xiaoji was very drawn, took out a pen and paper and closed his eyes, those pictures were vivid, and he painted with a stroke of a pen!

Well, cucumbers sticking out of the farmhouse's fence are painted eggplants.

Therefore, there is still a big gap between understanding and knowing. He quickly tore up the paper and threw his rotten painting skills into the trash.